White as the Moon... my Skin that is.

I've been coming to terms more and more with my skin. My skin is quite dry (dry combination according to beauty therapists) and extremely pale. I'm talking paler than the most palest people walking around today. I have friends that look down at their skin and say 'God I'm pale...', whilst being at least 3 shades darker than me. In photos the flash makes my skin white and reflects off of it like taking a photo of yourself in a mirror. Door sensors can't see me outside supermarkets (I'm that pale).

So after years of attempting to tan and going lobster red, peeling and starting again, fake tanning (so much effort when you get patchy and not even exfoliating your dry-ass skin will fix it) - I've given up.
This is it, this is me. No changing it at all. I will be a freckly, paler than ivory person forever.

On the plus side it means I look quite good in black, which I wear all the time, as well as dark reds, dark purples, colours I like basically and perhaps for that reason. Pastels on me look like a potential vomit. I am becoming OK with it, I'm facing it. It's easier just to accept it now that I'm an adult. As a teenager I wanted to look like a 'hot beach babe' like the good Bondi private school girl (YUK) should, but no.

Fashion has accepted pale people too (thank you Alexander Wang and his models) and really, the odd yellow shoe doesn't go astray away from my face  - the only place a yellow colour on pale people can go.

My acceptable yellow shoes

My pale-skinned icon Dita Von Teese